Hogwarts 101

The morning after the whole getting champions thing, was less than what Heather had hoped for. The people in the Slytherin house wouldn't stop bugging her.

She had managed to get Malfoy to help her find out what the first test was, but only after a lot of flattering.

Wethersfield let Nora stay to help her out. Nora made it her job to get info from the other contestant's. Heather was beginning to wonder why Nora wasn't in Slytherin.

Mad-eye had been keeping a close eye on her and Harry. But with her it was more of a threatening thing

So you can imagine her unease, when he said he was going to use the imperius curse on them. Moody clamed that it was to teach them to be able to fight it, but didn't make her feel better.

"So who's first?" Moody asked, as stood in front of the class.

Everybody froze praying to dear God above that they wouldn't get picked.

"Mister Sparrow, how about you go first." Moody said.

Sighing miserably, Luke walked up to Moody.

"Try to fight it off. Imperio!" Moody shouted.

With little reluctant Luke seemed to go limp, held up only be an invisible string. Out of nowhere Luke started to hit himself wildly.

Heather and a few other students' chuckled.

After a minute, Moody released him. Luke was fine, but his pride was clearly bruised.

"Harry how about you go next." He suggested/demanded.

Harry walked to the front of the room, a nervous smile on his face.

"Impirio!" Moody shouted. "Now Harry, jump on the table." He ordered.

Harry looked like he was about too, but he suddenly stopped. His whole body tensed up.

"Jump on the table." Moody ordered again.

Harry just barely moved.

Moody let out a psychotic grin, and started clapping. "Good work Potter…ShadowBlood your up next."

With great caution Heather walked up, defiance glittering in her eyes.

"Imperio!"

A sense of calm swept over her, like everything was peaceful and lovely. Heathers survival instincts protested greatly at this, but she could barely hear it.

Heather found herself hitting herself. Right when she was about to make a third hit she stopped. The voice of defiance in her grew, until she finally put her arm down.

After Heather gave Moody one last glare she retreated to her seat.

Threw out class Heather continued to glare darkly at the man. He was going to regret this one day!

Just when Heather thought things couldn't get more messed up, she and the rest of the champions were pulled aside for an interview.

After taking several useless pictures, the writer Rita Skeeter or whatever continued to interrogate them.

She gave them all a cheesy smile. "Hello I write for the daily Prophet. Of course you all know that don't you, it's you we don't know." Rita walked up to them a slightly hungry look in her eyes. "What quirk lies beneath those rosy cheeks?" She said as she smiled down at Heather.

Heather just faked smiled, not wanting to have this lady investigate her any further than she had to.

"What mystery do the muscles mask? What courage lay's beneath those curls, what makes a champion a champion!" She smiled at Harry, than at Diggory. "Me, myself and I want to know, and all my reader's! So who want's to go first?"

The champions looked at each other; clearly not wanting to go threw with this.

"We'll start with the youngest first." Rita grabbed Heather by the arm, and led her to a surprisingly big closet.

Rita sat down on an old stool; a quill and pad were in the air waiting to write. "So Heather ShadowBlood what a name. So tell me Heather how does a little girl like you…"

"Please don't call me a little girl." Heather groaned.

The quil was writing all this down at a furious paste.

"Alright, so how did a kid like you become champion?" Rita asked.

Heather gave a small shrug. "Guess it thought I was best."

"Are your fellow student's angry that you manage to compete, when you are way too young to?"

"There good sport's about it." Heather stated, her mind shifting to Wolf.

"How are your parents taking this?" Rita questioned, you could tell she was losing her patients.

Heather froze for a sec. "They ah don't know…"

This got Rita's attention. "Ow…are they muggles?"

"One of them is…" She said nervously.

"Where are they now?"

"My dad's in…jail." Heather glanced at the exit.

"And your Mom?"

Without saying anything she stormed out.

She glanced at the other champions who were giving her a worried look. Heather mouthed the word run to them.

"Harry your turn." Rita told him with a smile.

Not the most thrilliing chapter, but don't worry the Dragons are coming up next.

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